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Babies  short,  and  babies  tall, 
Babies  big,  and  babies  small. 
Blue- eyed  babies,  babies  fair, 
Brown-eyed  babes,  with  lots  of  hair, 
Babies  so  tiny  they  can't  sit  up, 
Babies  that  drink  from  a  silver  cup, 
Babies  that  coo  and  babies  that  creep, 
Babies  that  only  can  eat  and  sleep, 
Babies  that  laugh  and  babies  that  talk, 
Babies  quite  big  enough  to  walk. 
Dimpled  fingers,  and  dimpled  feet, 
What  in  the  world  is   half  so  sweet 
As  babies  that  jump,  laugh,  cry,  and  crawl, 
Eat,  sleep,  talk,  walk,  creep,  coo,  and  all 
Wee  Babies? 


Up  you  go  baby,  that's  the  way — 
Laugh  little  baby,  laugh  and  play- 
Little  round  dumpling,  jump  and  coo, 
Mother  will  answer,   and  laugh  with  you  ; 
Dents,  and  dimples,  and  dear  little  feet, 
My  little  baby  is,   oh,  so  sweet. 


flbrinteo  in  Colours  from  ©riginal  Designs 


IDA    IV A  UGH 


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Poetry   by  AMY  E.    BLANCH ARD 


leto  §0rk 


E.    P.    DUTTON   &   CO. 
39,    WEST  TWENTY-THIKD  "STREET 


GRIFFITH   AND    FARRAN 
CORNER  OF  ST.  PAUL'S  CHURCHYARD 


Copyright,  1882— E.   P.    Dutton   &   Co. 


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WINS. 


Horace  and  Maurice  were  so  like  each  other — 
You  hardly  could  tell  the  one  from  his  brother. 
If  mama  should  say,  "  Now  Ann,  bring  me  Horace,1 
Why.  likely  as  not,  she'd  go  and  get  Maurice, 
The  only  difference  between  the  two 


Of  course  though,  their  mama  could  tell  them  apart, 
For  it  was  a  matter  so  near  to  her  heart, 
1  And  if  we  said,   "  Really  I  don't  know,  I  own, 
Which  one  has  the  blue  eyes,  and  which  has  the  brown." 
Mama  would  say,  ''  Dear  me,  I  thought  that  you  knew 


Was  Maurice  had  brown  eyes,  and  Horace  had  blue.    That  Maurice  has  brown  eyes,  and  Horace  has  blue." 


■t 


Jn    ja 


"  What  shall  we  do  ?  "  said  Roland  to  Nell, 

"  For  mama  has  gone  away, 

In  mama's  room  it's  quiet  and  still, 

Let  us  go  in  there  and  play." 

So  they  softly  opened  mama's  door, 
And  quietly  slipped  inside. 
"  Now  let  us  play  we  are  mice,"  said  Nell, 
"  And  get  in  the  drawer  and  hide." 


ISCHIEF, 


At  the  bureau  drawer  they  tugged  and  tugged 
Until  it  was  opened  wide  ; 
And  then,  oh  dear,  the  dresses  and  things, 
They  scattered  them  all  outside.     ' 

When  mama  came  home,  what  did  she  see  ? 
Ev'ry  thing  lying  about, 
The  children  that  should  be  out  were  in, 
What  ought  to  be  in  was  out. 


"  Mama,  don't  scold,"   said  the  children,  "  see 

Haven't  we  hided  us  nice  ? 

We  don't  know  any  better  you  know, 

We  are  only  little  mice." 


Out  of  the  window,  from  mama  to  auntie, 
Just  like  a  birdie  she  goes  ; 
Up  in  the  blue  sky  the  cloud  birds  are  flying, 
Round  her  the  fresh  summer  glows. 

Woodbine  and  myrtle,  and  ruddiest  roses; 
Oh,  the  new  summer  is  sweet. 
Come,  little  birdie,  the  world  is  before  you, 
And  summer  lies  fair  at  your  feet. 


Come,  little  baby  girl,  mama's  arms  hold  you,. 
Auntie  will  not  let  you  fall  ; 
Birdies  are  singing,  come,  let  us  go  find  them, 
Flowers  and  sunshine,  and  all. 

Down  you  go,  down  you  go,  out  of  the  window 
Baby-bird  learning  to  fly. 

We  will  go,  dainty  one,  out  with  the  blossoms, 
Come  back  again  by  and  by. 


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UT 


Walking, 


"  Come  Edith  and  Walter,"  said  Philip, 
"  I'll  take  you  out  walking  to-day, 
We'll  gather  some  daises  for  mama, 
.And  crown  her  the  Queen  of  the  May." 

■"  I  know  a  nice  place  where  we'll  find  them, 
Where  bright  yellow  buttercups  grow, 
The  daisies  stand  up  all  around  them 
The  daisies  that  mama  loves  so." 


"  I'll  take  the  best  care  of  you  children, 
For  mama  says  I'm  quite  a  man, 
She'll  trust  me  alone  with  you  always, 
She  knows  very  well  that  she  can." 

"So  come,  little  sister  and  brother, 
We  won't  have  to  go  very  far, 
And  mama  will  say  when  she  sees  us, 
What  dear  little  children  you  are." 


jAyVL, 


Let  rae  tell  you  of  Johnnie, 
What  do  you  think  he  did? 
Went  in   his  mama's  pantry 
While  she  was  there,  and  hid. 

Mama  went  out  and  left  him, 
Didn't  know  he  was  there, 
Left   on  the  shelf  the  jam   pot, 
Left  by  the  shelf  a  chair. 

When  ev'ry  thing  was   quiet, 
Johnnie   crept  softly  out, 
Peeped  in  the  bags  and  barrels, 
Stood  there  and  looked  about. 

Soon  though,   he  spied  the  jam  pot, 
Here   was   a  jolly  treat, 
In  went   the  naughty  fingers, 
Johnnie  began   to  eat. 

Hands  and  face  were  all  covered, 

Dress  was  a  perfect  sight, 

When   Johnnie  came  from   the  pantry 

You'd  have  thought  it  was  pink,  not  white. 

"  It  was  so  good,"  said  Johnnie, 
Fingers  are  nice  to  lick, 
If  you  had  seen  him  that  evening, 
I   think  you'd  have  called  him  sick. 


' 


Rain,  rain,  rain, 

Just  see  how  it  pours  ; 

Drip,  drip,  drip,  ' 

Oh,  how  wet  outdoors ; 

Freddie  can't  go  out  to  play, 

It  is  such  a  rainy  day. 


Never  mind  the  dripping  rain. 

Soon   the  sun   will  shine  again. 

Rain,  rain,  rain, 

Just  see  how  it  pours ; 

Tears,  tears,  tears, 

Is  there  rain  indoors? 


Why,   my  baby,   do  not  cry, 
There'll  be  sunshine   by  and  by 
Rain  and  teardrops  both  together. 
Dearie,  that  makes  dismal  weather 
Let  me  «ee  you  smile  again. 
Maybe  that  wjjl  stop  the  rain. 


pO  3LEEPY, 


What  a   sleepy  little  baby, 
He  can    hardly  lift  his  head, 
Really  he  can't  eat  his  supper. 
He  would  rather  go  to   bed. 


All  the  day  long,  patter,  patter, 
Go  the  busy  little  feet, 
And  when  night  comes,  he's  so  tired, 
Herbert  doesn't  want  to  eat. 


In  the  morning  bright  and  early, 
Out  he  pokes  his  little  head, 
Like  a  darling  downy  birdie, 
From  his  little'  nesty  bed. 

Then  he  says,  "  won't  wake  dear  mama, 
I'll  just  kiss  her  on  the  eyes," 
And  he  creeps  on   tip-toe  softly 
To  the  spot  where  mama  lies. 

Wakes  her  up  with  hugs  and  kisses, 
Then  begins  his  busy  day, 
From  the  morning  to  the   evening 
He  does  nothing  else  but  play, 

Till  he  is  so  very  tired, 

He    can't    eat    his    milk    and 

I  read. 
All    that    Herbert    wants    or 

cares  for 
Just  now,  is  to  go  to  bed. 


II 


Baby's 


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IDE, 


Oh,  where  do  you  think  the  baby  is  going 
On  Nurse's  apron  ?     Blanche  calls  it  a  sleigh 
And  says,    "  We  make  believe  it  is  snowing, 
And  ride  through  the  snow  drifts  away,  away.' 

"  We  think,  perhaps,  we  will  go  to  Iceland, 
To  see  an  iceberg"  or  great  white  bear, 
We  don't  know  whether  it  is  a  nice  land, 
We'll  let  you  know  when  we  get  there." 

"  There's  but  one  thing  that  we  are  afraid  of, 
There  is  but  one  thing  about  which  we  care, 
For  when  you  see  what  our  sleigh  is  made  of, 
You   will  know  we're  afraid   that  it  might  tear. 


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OLDIEF^ 


Ha-ha-ha  !  ho-ho-ho  ! 

What  a  funny  little  soldier  Harry  is,  oh, 

My  my  my,   dear  dear  dear, 

Did  ever  any  baby  look  so  very  queer  ? 
Fanny  laughs  as  loud  as  she  can, 
Ralph  says,   "  See  little  soger  man." 


Ha-ha-ha  !   ho-ho-ho  ! 

Into  what  army  does  the  baby  want  to  go? 

Rub-dub-dub,  march  away, 

Th.it's  the  very  tune  he  will  want  to  hear  some  day; 
He  will  play  with  a  sword  and  gun, 
He  will  fight  till  the  battle's  done. 


Ah-ah-ah  !   oh-ho-ho  ! 

Only  into  mania's  army  let  the  boys  go  ; 

Rub-dub-dub,  drum,  drum,  drum, 

Let  me  keep  my  baby  boys  always  safe  at  home. 
Wait,  my  brave  soldiers,  till  quite  men, 
You  can  fight  mama's  battles  then.    . 


N 


EIGHBOUPvS 


Let  us  see  the  baby, 
Tell  us,  what  its  name 
Isn't  it  a  darling  ! 
Wonder  when  it  came. 

Let  me  kiss  it  Ellen 
Let  me  see  its  toes, 
What  dear  little  fingers. 
What  a  cunning  nose. 

How  old  is  it  Ellen  ? 
Isn't  it  a  dear! 
Ella,  do  they  call  it  ? 
Where's  its  other  ear? 

I  would  like  to  have  one 
Eor  my  very  own, 
When  will  it  be  able 
To  walk  and  talk-  alone  ? 


iABY. 


Candy 


One,  two,  five,  four,  just  look  at  what  a  lot, 
Such  a  many  cannies,  can't  hold  all  I've  got. 
Some  belong  to  Leila,  and  some  are  mine,  you 

see, 
That's  what  mama  said  when  she  gave  'em  to  me. 

Got  so  many  cannies,  don't  know  what  to  do. 
Don't  know  how  to  hold  'em,  five,  four,  one  and 
two. 


Here  are  your  one's,  Leila,  now  lets  go  and  play, 
Have  a  nice  party,  like  we  did  yes-a-day. 

Such  nice  little  cannies,  we  have  such  a  many, 
If  we  eat  'em  all  up,  then  we  won't  have  any. 
How  many  one's  have  you  left,  five  or  two  or 

four? 
Now  mine    all  are   eated,   wiss  we   had    some 

more. 


Out       ^Shopping, 


What  are  we  going  to  buy  ? 
Silks,  and  ribbons,  and  gloves, 
-  Laces,  and  bonnets,  say  I, 
But  candy  Georgie  loves. 


Where  do  you  .think  are  the  shops  ? 
Down  by  the  garden  wall. 
Georgie  shall  have  peppermint  drops. 
And  lil  have  an  India  shawl. 


Jhe      f 


Wonderful  pictures  the  children  see, 
Howard,  and  Marie,  and  Kitty, 
You  will  say  when  you  look  at  the  three 
They  must  think  the  pictures  pretty. 


ICTURE 


^ 


OOK, 


Wonderful  pictures  all  of  us  see. 
Pictures  the  whole  world  over. 
Look  in  my  eyes,  dear  one,  and  tell  me, 
What  picture  you  can  discover. 


Wonderful  pictures  all  of  them  see, 
Birds,  and  flowers,  and  people. 
Soldiers  all  marching  so  gallantly, 
A  church  with  a  great  high  steeple. 


A  wonderful  picture  is  near  to  me. 
Cannot  you  find  it,  my  dearie? 
Look  in  the  glass,  I  am  sure  you  will  see 
One  of  which  I  never  weary. 


Jhe       R 


VAC'E, 


Who  can  run  fastest  Lily  or  Rose  ? 
Take  care,  my  babies,  mind  your  wee  toes, 
Come  little  toddlekins,   now   let  me  see, 
Who'll  be  the  first  one  to  get  to  me. 


Catch,  catch  who  can,  don't  tumble,  don't  fall, 
That  you  know,  dearies,  would  not  do  at  all. 
Lily's  ahead,  hurry  up,  Rosy, 
Don't  fall,  dearie,  and  bump   your  nosey. 


Patter  on,  patter  on,  little  feet, 
Both  of  my  horses  are  very  fleet. 
Which  ever  baby  girl  wins  the  race. 
There  will  be  smiles  on  each  little  face. 


Both  at  once,  come  along,  that's  the  way, 
Here  you  are,  which  was  the  first  one,  say  ? 
I'm  sure  I  don't  see  how  I  can  tell, 
For  both  little  children  did  so  well. 


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0k  X^<feu 


The       Rattle. 


Oh,  naughty,  naughty,  naughty, 
To  knock  the  baby  down, 
Oh,  what  a  dreadful  temper  ! 
Oh,  what  an  ugly  frown  ! 

Why  did  you  do  it,  Willie  ? 
It  wasn't  brave  at  all, 
The  baby  knows  no  better 
Because  he  is  so  small. 


He  only  thought  it  funny 
To  overturn  your  blocks, 
You  shouldn't  mind,  my  Willie; 
His  little  playful  knocks. 

I  want  my  Willie  dearie, 
To  be  a  little  man. 
Be  kind  t,o  little  brother, 
And  gentle  as  you  can. 


Dinar's      Baby. 


Who  is  this  funny  little  mite. 
With  woolly  head,  and   eyes  so   bright 
That  stares  about   at  every  sight  ? 
I  wonder  why  it  isn't  white, 
Dinah's  baby. 


My  mamma  has  a  baby  too. 
But  mamma's  baby's  eyes  are  blue. 
I  think  it's  funny — wish  I  knew 
Why  it  doesn't  look  like   you, 
Dinah's  Baby. 


ISTENING        FOR  pANTA 


LAUS. 


Something  is  up  the  chimney, 
Scratching  and  making  a  noise, 
Carl  thinks  it's  Santa  Claus  coming, 
To  bring  him  some  nice  new  toys. 

He  wrote  a  letter  this  morning, 
Then  went  to  the  fireplace 
And  poked  it  up  the  chimney 
With  smiles  on  his  little  face. 


"Santa  Claus,  I'm  a  good  boy, 
I  don't  cry  all  the  day, 
I  want  to  see  your  reindeers. 
And  your  great,  big,  buful  sleigh. 

"  Is   that   you   up  the  chimney 
Scratching   that   funny   way? 
Did   you    come   for  my  letter  ? 
Please   Mr.   Santa   Claus  sav." 


"  Santa  Claus  come,"  he  whispered. 
"  Here  is  a  letter  for  you," 
"  I  want  a  nice  new  waggon, 
So  bad,  don't  know  what  to  do." 


Santa  Claus    didn't   answer, 

But   Carl  believes   he   heard 

And  will  bring  him  all  he  asked  for 

Because  he  sent  him   word. 


Hoop-  La 


Hoop-la  !   Hoop-la  ! 

Oh,   what  lots  of  fun, 
Rodman  is  the  circus  man, 

That  makes  the  horses  run. 


Hoop-la  !  "Hoop-la  ! 

What  a  dashing  horse, 
We  would  like  to  watch  it  go 

Round  again,  of  course. 


Hoop-la  !   Hoop-la  ! 

Jeannette  is  going  through, 
Rodman  holds  the  hoop  for  her. 

That's  the  way  they  do. 


Hoop-la  !  Hoop-ra  ! 

Who's  the  second  one  ? 
Jeannette  must  gc  round  again. 

And  then  the  play  is  done. 


Papa's 


P 


INNEP^ 


Through  the  grassy  meadows, 
Betty,   Kate,  and  Ray, 
Carry  papa's  dinner. 
While  he  rakes  the  hay. 

Round  about  the  flowers. 
Hums  a  busy  bee, 
Busy  birds  are  feeding 
Hungry  birdies  wee.    * 

Busy  in  the  hay-field, 
Papa  ralces  the  hay, 
Ready  for  his  dinner, 
It  is  high  noon-day 

"  Hear  the  roosters  crowing. 
Twelve  o'clock,"  says   Rav, 
''Yes,  indeed."  says  Katie, 
"  That  is  what  thev  sav.'' 


"  Papa  will  be  waiting, 
Hungry  too,  I  know, 
Hurry  little  brother, 
We  must  not  walk  slow." 


So  they  go  to  papa, 
Through  the  sweet  new  hay. 
When  he  eats  his  dinner, 
Home  again  go  they. 


40L- 


^ 


DREAyvi 


Where  has  my  dear  little  baby  gone  ? 

Gone  off  to  sleepy-land  all  alone. 

What  will  my  dear  little  baby  do  ? 

Play  with  the  dreams,  and  laugh  at  them  too. 

Over  in  sleepy-land,  over  and  under, 


-LAND, 

Dreams  chase  each  other  away, 

Over  in  dream-land,  sleepy  eyes  wonder, 

To  see  all  the  dreams  at  play. 

Sleepy-land,  dream-land, 

Dream-land,  sleepy-land, 


Dear  little  baby  has  gone. 


pE 


ERTRUDES 


Walk. 


Janey  is  taking  Gertrude  to  walk, 

Round  her  the  butterflies  hover, 

Leaves  clap  their  hands  when  she  comes  their 

way, 
The  faint  blowing  breezes  love  her. 

Dear  little  Gertrude,  so  happy  she, 
Oh,  what  should  we  do  without  her, 
The  soft  blue  sky  is  over  her  head, 
Blossoms  are  blooming  about  her. 

Glad  little  face,  and  wondering  eyes, 
Baby,  there's  so  much  before  you. 
Even  the  roses  look  as  if  they 
Said,  "  Don't  you  know  we  adore  you." 

You  are  a  rosebud,  you  baby  sweet, 
No  wonder  the  roses  love  you, 
.  No  wonder  the  birdies  fly  so  near, 
To  sing  in  the  trees  above  you. 

The  birds,  the  breezes,  the  butterflies, 
Roses,  and  violets  blue,  dear, 
They  all  were  made  for  the  babies  wee, 
And  so  they  belong  to  you,  dear. 


pOyVL] 


One,  two,  three, 
Let  me  see, 
If  little  sister 
Can  come  to  me. 

There  you  go, 
That's  it-  -so. 
Don't  fall  Lulu, 
Only  walk  slow. 


TO 


f* 


UGH, 


One  step,  two, 
There   I   knew. 
Don't  be  afraid, 
Come   here  to   Hugh. 

Thought  you  could, 
If  you  would, 
Mama'll  be  glad. 
Here  she  comes,  good. 


^ 


fEEP-P 


O 


Where  is  Douglas  ?     Where  has  he  gone  ? 

Does  anybody  know  ? 

I'm  very  sure  that  he  was  here 

Just  a  moment  ago. 


Where  is  Douglas?     I  wonder  where. 
Can   anybody   tell  ? 
He's  gone  away,  to   stay  a  while, 
I  know   it  very   well. 


Where  is   Douglas  ?     He  is   not  here. 
Wherever  can  he  be  ! 
He  must  have  gone  to   Bye-lo-land, 
I'll   have  to  go  and  see. 


Peep-JB 


o 


Where  is   Douglas  ?     Where   can  he   be  ! 
He   keeps   so   very  still, 
I'll  have   to  look  behind  the  door. 
No,   I  don't  think   I  will. 


Where  is   Douglas  ?     Under  the  bed  ? 
Hid  in  the  big  arm   chair? 
Gone   to  sleep  with  the  kitty  cat  ? 
Where   can  he  be!    oh,   where! 


There  is   Douglas,   why  there  he  is, 
To  think   I   didn't  know. 
Peep-bo,   dearie,   I   see  you  now. 
Peep-bo,   Douglas.     Peep-bo ! 


pPILT 


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ILK. 


Oh,  you  naughty  little   man, 
Come  away  from  that  milk  pan, 
Mustn't  touch,  bad  boy,  no,  no, 
You  must  mind  when   I   say  so. 


But  you  want  it,   yes,  I  know, 
You  must  wait  until  you  grow 
Big  like  papa,    then  you  can 
Look  at  ev'ry  dish  and  pan. 


Little  prying  fingers  near, 
Little  eyes .  that  peep  and  peer, 
Into  ev'ry  drawer  and   nook, 
Basket,   box,  and  shelf,  and  book. 


Now  you've  done  it,   oh,  dear  me  ! 
See  how  naughty  you  can  be, 
Spilt   the  milk  and  drenched  yourself, 
I  must  find   a  higher  shelf. 

Don't  cry,  darling,  never  mind, 
Mama  will  not  be  unkind, 
Little  frightened  darling  man, 
Mama'llwhip  that  old  milk  pan. 


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LO/AE        AND 


f 


LAY, 


"  I   wiss  you'd  come  play  wif  me,   Milly, 
I'se  tired  of  playing  alone, 
Det  down  now,   and  let  us  be  horses, 

'Oo  shall  have  my  new  reins  for  'oo  own.' 


"Go  'way.   I  don't  want  to,   I  feel  bad. 
I  want  sister  rock  me  by-bye, 
I'se  tired  of  being  a  horsey, 

Go  'way,  if  'oo  don't  I  will  kwy." 


Y.<    - 


Running      Away. 

Where  are  you  going,  my  little  man  ? 
Running  away  just  as  fast  as  you  can  — 
Babies  are  little,  and  babies  will  fall 
If  babies  run  fast,  when  babies  are  small. 


Oh,  the  world  is  stormy  and  rough, 
You'll  find  it  out,  dear,  soon  enough, 
Tender,  wee  feet  will  be  hurt  on  the  road, 
Dear  little  heart  will  ache  under  its  load. 


Stay  at  home,  darling,  the  world  is  so  cold, 

'Twill  frown  on  you,  .baby,  because  it  is  old, 

Warm  is  the  home  nest,  my  brave  little  man, 

Let  mother's  arms  keep  you,  dear  heart,  while  they  can. 


A    f 


EN  NY 


FOR 


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ou, 


Here  is  a  penny  for  you,  little  girl, 
Because  the  nice  music  came  round, 
I  stood  by  the  window  a  long  long  time, 
And  heard  what  the  hand  organ  ground. 


Is  it  your  papa  who  grinds  out  the  tunes? 
And   plays   so  I  dance  tippy  toe  ? 
Tell   him   I  think  he's   a  nice  music   man. 
I   don't  want  him   ever  to  go. 


Tell   him  to  come  back  to-morrow  day  too, 
I'd  like  him    to   come  every  day, 
I'll  take  all  the   pennies  from  my  little  bank, 
And  give  them  to  him,  if  he'll  play. 


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ITTLE 


What  a  little  bit  of  a  mama, 
How  very  small  she  has  grown, 
And  yet,  see  the  train  and  the  bonnet, 
Why,  they're  mama's  very  own. 


AMA, 


l/W 


The  eyes,  too,  are  surely  like  mama's, 
The  smile  is  like  mama's  too  ; 
Do  you  look  so  like  mama.  Baby  ? 
Or  does  mama  look  like  you  ? 


33 


The       Little      Baf\b 


epv 


And  here  is  our  friend  Mr.  Razorstrop, 
Cutting  Miss  Daisy's  hair, 
She  said  she  was  tired  of  wearing  taup, 
And  curls  she  could  not  bear. 


She  never  could  see  why  people  need  have 
Hair  all  over  their  eyes, 
It's  such  a  trouble  to  have  it  combed  out, 
She  nearly  always  cries. 


So  Louise  said,  "  I'm  Mr.  Razorstrop, 
I'll  make  a  boy  of  you, 
I'll  cut  off  your  hair,  and  then  you  can  wear, 
Trousers  and  jackets  too." 


"Ah,  that  will  be  nice,"  said  Daisy,  "What  fun 
To  be  a  boy  like  Guy, 

I'll  play  marbles  and  tops,  I'll  climb  and  run, 
And  stay  out  doors,  won't  I  ?  " 

But   when    it    was    done,    she    suddenly 

thought, 
"  Mama  won't  have  any  girls, 
For  Guy's  a  boy,  and  Percy's  a  boy, 
What  shall  I  do  for  curls  ?  " 

Her   cousin    Louise    said,    "  Never    you 

mind, 
Perhaps  we  can  tie  them  on, 
And  if  you  say  you're  truly  a  girl, 
Your  mama  won't  think  they're  gone." 


34 


Don't       Cp\Y. 


Uon't  cry,  p'ease  don't  cry, 
Mama  '11  soon  be  here — 

Did  'oo  fall  and  bump  'oo  head  ? 
Don't  cry,  Arty  dear. 


Don't  cry,  it's  too  bad — 

I  so  sorry  too, 
If  I   kiss  'oo  five,  two  times, 

Maybe  that  will  do. 


Don't  cry,  never  mind, 

Quick  as  'oo  can  tell 
Mama.  '11  come  and  kiss  the  place, 

That  will  make  it  well 


Don't  cry,  Arty  dear, 
'Oo  s'all  have  my  ball, 

'Oo  s'all  have  my  picture  book, 
Or  anysing  at  all. 


Jhe       ]\Tew      J3aby, 


My  very  own  little  sister, 

Isn't  she  bright, 

For  sucn  a  mite  ? 

She  is  so  wee, 

I  wonder  if  she 

Would  cry,  and  scream,  if  I  kissed  her. 

Say,  will  she  break  if  I  hold  her  ? 
How  queer  that  some  day 
She'll  learn  how  to  say, 


Twice  two  are  four — 

And  many  things  more — 

And  go  to  school  when  she's  older. 

Fancy  those  tiny  feet  running. 

Isn't  it  queer 

To  think  she  is  here  ? 

To  think  she  will  grow  ? 

I'd  just  like  to  know 

What  does  make  babies  .so  cunning. 


F 


OBERT. 


Robert  sits  up  with  his  rattle  and  toys, 
Making  a  beautiful  jingling  noise. 
So  little  he  is,  he  doesn't  yet  know 
Which  is  the  way  that  his  hands  ought  to  go. 

Robert 's  a  darling,  and  Robert 's  a  dear, 
He  is  so  cunning,  and  he  is  so  queer, 
Tries  to  eat  fingers,  and  talks  to  the  light, 
Doesn't  quite  know  the  day  from  the  night. 


Rattles,  and  spool-chains,  and  round  rubber  rings, 
Kissings  and  jumpings,  and  such  kind  of  things, 
Laughing,  and  cooing,  and  kicking  his  toes, 
This  is  about  all  that  baby  Rob  knows. 

Bobbity-bobbity  goes  Robert's  head, 
When  mama  carries  him  off  to  his  bed. 
Google-goo-goo — that  is  all  he  can  say, 
He'll  know  just  as  much  as  you  some  day. 


Bye-  Lo-Baby. 


Go  to  sleep   my  little   dolly, 
Shut  your  eyes  and  don't  you  cry, 
I'll  not  leave  you,  baby  darling, 
Till  you  have  gone  sleepy -bye. 


Go   to   sleep   my  precious  baby, 
Let  me   think  what  mama  sings, 
All  about  the  stars,  and  lammies, 
By-lo-land  and  lots  of  things. 


Never  mind  you  other  dollies, 
You  all   have  your  turn,  you   know, 
You  must  all  be  good  and  patient, 
Soon  to  dream-land  you  shall  go. 


By-lo-by-lo  hush  my   darling, 
Don't  you  cry  now  any  more, 
If  you  don't  behave  much  better 
I  will  put  you  on  the  floor. 


There,   at  last  she's  shut   her  eyes  up, 
Polly  Snooks,  now  come  to  me, 
I   know,  when  you've  been  so  quiet, 
Just   how  sleepy  you  must  be. 


?JT- 


N        THE 


Park. 


"  Good-morning,    mistress   Mary  Ann, 
It's  very  fine  the  day." 
"Good-morning,  Misther  Mulligan 
What  did  you  come  for,   pray?" 
"  And  is  it  that  you   ask  me  now  ? 
I   couldn't  kape  away." 

"  I  only  brought  the  childaren   sur 
Into  the  park  to  play, 
And  I   must  have  an   eye  to  them, 
What  have  you,   sur,  to  say?" 
"  Oh,    I  have  much   to  say  to  you 
If  you  will  let  me  stay." 


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ice      Doggie. 


Isn't  he  dear  little  doggie  1 
I   don't  believe   he  could  bite, 

I  love  him  a  whole  big  armful, 
And  hug  him  with  all  my  might. 

He  goes  to  bed  just  when  I  do, 
Lies  close  to  my  feet  all  night, 

He  licks  my  face  in  the  morning, 
To  wake  me  up  when  it's  light. 


And  when  he  asks  for  his  breakfast, 
His  dear  little  tail  just  wags, 

We  both  love  each  other  dearly, 
I'll  tell  you  his  name — it's  Rags. 


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ft 


OBBY 


Horse, 


Get  up  !  horsey  bonny, 
Who  is  on  your  back  ? 
Don't  you  know  your  master  ? 
Your  little  master  Jack  ? 


Go  along  !    you  horsey, 
Trot,   trot   hard,  I  say, 
If  you  don't  go  faster, 
You  won't  get  home  to-day. 


Go  along  !  you  Pompey, 
Gallop,  gallop,  go, 
Jack  will  have  to  whip 'you, 
If  you  will  go  so  slow. 


Get  up  !  get  up  !  Pompey, 
That's  a  good  old  horse, 
Does  your  master  love  you, 
Why,  certainly,  of  course. 


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ULLABY, 


Wide  awake  !  wide  awake  !  baby's  so  wide  awake, 

What  can  I  bring  that  will  lull  her  to  rest  ? 

Poppies  from  Flowerland, 

Raindrops  from  Showeiland, 

Silent   slow   shadows  that  creep  up  the  west. 


Laughings,  and  cooings,  oh  what  roguish  doings, 

Why  this  is  sleepy-time,  baby,  you  know. 

What  can  I  bring  to  her  ? 

What  can   I   sing  to  her  ? 

So  that  my  baby  to  dreamland  may  go. 


Lullaby,  lullaby,  sing  a  song  dull,  oh  bye 
Bye  little  baby,   now  shut  up  your  eyes, 
Moon  shadowed  now's  the  land, 
Dreams  come  from  drowsy  land, 
Droop  dreamy  eyelids  and  lie  sleepy  wise 


n      the       Corner^ 


Little  Molly  in  the  corner 
Cause  she  wasn't  good, 
Threw  her  spoon  across  the  table, 
On  the  floor  her  food. 

Said  she  didn't  want  her  supper,. 
Only  pie  would  do, 
Then   her  mama  said,   "  My  girlie, 
Pie's  not  good  for  you." 

"  But  I  want  it,  want  it,  want  it," 
Naughty  Molly  said. 
Then  right  down  upon  the  carpet, 
Threw  her  piece  of  bread. 

,:  Oh  how  naughty,''  said  her  papa, 
"  Does  .my  girl  act  so  ? 
This  is  not  my  Molly,  surely, 
She  has  gone   I  know.'' 


"  Tell  me  where's  my  little  daughter  ? 
Won't  she  be  here  soon  ?  "  . 
Then  across  the  table,    Molly 
Threw  her  fork   and  spoon. 

"  Take  away  this   girl,"  said  Papa, 
"To  the  corner  quick," 
"You  had  better  not,"  said   Molly, 
'■  I   will  scream  and  kick." 

Molly,   Molly,  naughty   Molly, 
There  she  had  to  stay, 
Till   her  papa  ate   his  supper, 
Then  he  went  away. 

Then,   poor,   sorry  Molly  whispered, 
"  If  you   only  would, 
Let   me  come  out  now,    dear  mama 
"  Deed  I  will  be  good." 


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EADY. 


Now    Malcolm  will  soon  be  quite  ready 
To   go    see  his  grandmama  dear, 
I    know  she  will   be    very   happy 
To   have  her  wee  baby  so  near. 

And  what    will   he   take   to  his  grandma? 
Says   he,  "  Nursey,    what   shall   I  take?" 
"  And   what  would   you  like  to  ?  "  says  nursey. 
Says   Malcolm,    "  I'll  take  her  a  cake." 


"  I    fear  you  will   eat  it,"   says  nursey  ; 
Says   Malcolm,   "  I   'fraid  I   will  too  ; 
Then  maybe  I'll  take  her  some  candy, 
I   think  candy's  nicer,   don't  you?" 

"Can't   you   think  of  anything  better?" 
Says  he,   "  Then   I'll  take  her  a  fiss," 
"Oh,   fishes  aren't  nice,  are  they,  Malcolm?' 
Says  he,   "  Then  I'll  take  her  a  kiss." 


J^- 


^Selfishness, 


Two   cakes  has  Clarence,   and' Carrie   has  none,  How  would  you   like  it,  if  Carrie    should  take 

Isn't  that  too   bad  ?     She   ought   to  have  one.  Both  of  them   from  you,  and   leave  you  no  cake  ? 

Oh   selfish  Clarence,  say  what   shall  we   do  ?  How  would  you  like  it  if  mama   should   say, 

Both  cakes   I   think  should   be   taken  from  you.  Carrie  shall   have  all   the  cookies   to-day? 


Be  generous  babies,  'tis  better  by  far, 
There's  so  much  more  love  for  you  dears,  when  you  are, 
You  want  to  be  loved,  don't  you,  darlings  ?     Well  then, 
Don't  grow  up  to  be  selfish  women  and  men. 


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IRED, 


P'ease  come  mama  to  your  baby, 
I  so  tired  what  to  do, 
Tant  find  any  one  to  take  me. 
No  one  loves  me  nice  like  'oo. 


Don't  know  how  to  fix  my  horsey, 
Want  my  bib,  and  b'ead  and  mi'k, 
I  so  s'eepy,  I  so  hungry, 
Wiss  you'd  come  and  take  me  quick. 


Me  don't  like  to  'tay  wiss  'Mely, 
Wiss  my  mama  wouldn't  'tay, 
Don't  want  her  to  leave  her  baby 
Any  more  so  all  'e  day. 


pooo-  JVfiGHT.        Mama. 


Please,   dear  mama,   one  kiss — no,   two  — 
Ah.   dear  mama,   we  do  love  you. 
Dear  little  ones,  that  hate  to  go. 
Saying   "  Mama,   we  love  you  so. 
Goodnight,   mama." 


Soft  little  arms  that  clasp   so   tight. 
Soft   rosy  lips  that   kiss  good-night, 
Quite  bare  feet  that  patter  to  bed. 
When  at  last  the  babies  have,  said 
Good-night,  mama. 


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Folded  hands  so  soft  and  white, 
Baby  kneels  at  mama's  knee ; 
Gleams  the  flick'ring  firelight 
On  his  face  and  golden  hair. 
"  Ev'rybody  hush,"  says  he, 
•'Baby  wants  to  say  his  prayer." 


"  Now  I  lay  me  down  to  sleep, 

Tell  me  if  I  say  it   right, 

I  can't  'member  '  soul  to  keep ' ; 

I'm  so  sleepy  on  my  knees, 

I   can  only  say  to-night, 

God  bless  ev'rybody  please." 


Good 


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IGHT, 


In  the  sky  the  stars  are  peeping, 
And  the  moon  is  shining  bright, 
O'er  the  world  a  watch  they're  keeping ; 
Babies  dear,  Good-night ! 


Downy  baby  birds  are  resting 
Hidden   safely  from  the  light, 
Under  mother's  wings  they're   nesting, 
Baby  birds,   Good-night  ! 


Little  lambs  are  warm  and  quiet, 
Little  lammies,  soft  and  white, 
With  their  mothers   close  beside  them 
Baby  lambs,   Good-night. 

Bees  and  butterflies  are  sleeping, 
Folded  wings  no  more   take  flight 
Folded  they,  until  the  morrow, 
Butterflies,   Good-night. 


Baby  buds  have  gently  wrapped  them 
In  their  tinted  petals  bright, 
Shut  their  eyes,  the  wind  will  rock  them, 
Baby  buds,  Good-night. 

Over  all  the  dear  good  angels, 
Holy  angels,   pure  and  white, 
Watch  the  little  ones  that  slumber, 
Babies  all,  Good-night. 


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